The Slave in Grave Danger

by Daniel Guy

Steph drives fast along the autobahn in her new silver Porsche. The Bavarian sun is shining bright against her face, though her beautiful deep blue eyes are hidden by expensive gold rimmed sunglasses. Lying across the back seat is Marc, her slave. He’s wearing white shorts and teeshirt, his hands are cuffed behind his back and his ankles are cuffed as well. A red ball gag is firmly strapped in his mouth. He lies inside a large clear plastic sack. (Don’t worry. He can breathe, Steph has made sure of that.)

She is looking forward to her weekend in the country, meeting up with her two very best friends, Katja and Loretta. Once a year the three of them meet up, and each time their behaviour slips back to the hedonistic university days ten years past, when they first met. This year’s reunion has been talked about for months, and it promises to be particularly decadent, since all three are currently unattached, and free to do whatever they like. 

Many ideas and themes have been suggested, each more preposterous than the one before. 

Finally Steph promised to provide a young stud whom she guaranteed would satisfy them all for the entire weekend. That’s why Marc is in the back of the car. 

Steph is a girl who rises to every challenge. She likes to impress, so naturally she took the task very seriously. She met up with a friend in Hamburg who works as a professional domme, and got all the advice she needed. She went on line and after a couple of unsuitable candidates, she found a young guy who called himself Marc, who seemed promising. They chatted for a few weeks on line and then one Saturday morning a young, slim guy with blond hair and a cute grin turned up, keen to become her pet and slave. Steph started to work on him at once. 

She discovered that Marc loved all kind of restriction, and loved his face covered most of all. She bought a black nylon mask, with just one hole for his mouth, and each time he visited her, he had to put on the mask before she opened the door.  

As his training continued she bought other masks, different coloured latex faces which she could easily slip over his nylon mask. She found he got horny very quickly when she restricted his breath. 

She bought clear plastic bags so she could see the expressionless latex face inside the bag as it expanded and contracted. In the weeks leading up to the weekend she used the bags to train him to come six times a night. She forced him to come with the bag tied over his head, with the threat that she would only take it off when he did. She found a way of putting him into a deep trance, turning him into a mindless slave.  Now, whenever she clicks her fingers, he slips at once into this blissful state and does everything she tells him, without question. Marc’s training is complete and he is now ready.

Dusk is falling as Steph turns down the mud track leading to down the lodge. It’s a large old white house on a hill, surrounded by forest and miles from the nearest village. Loretta greets her at the door. They giggle with glee and hug with deep affection before Loretta takes her suitcase and leads her inside. Katja is already there, at a table in the garden, half way through a bottle of wine. The girls cook a big meal and sit outside in the warm evening air, catching up on their lives, sharing the year’s adventures, anecdotes of times good and bad.  

Loretta is tall and slender with the grace of a dancer. She’s the most chatty and confident of them all. Katja is dark and sultry, with Russian blood flowing through her veins and a wicked sense of humour. Steph is no less attractive than her two best friends. She however is the serious and pragmatic one.  

Everything seems perfect. Three best friends together again, with Loretta providing a wonderful location for their reunion, her parent’s country house and Katja supplying them with enough party drugs for the entire weekend. 

After the meal, Steph announces that her contribution to the party is in the car and she will fetch it at once. She returns twenty minutes later, stepping out into the garden with Marc crawling naked beside her, collared and held close by a long chain leash. He’s masked and the ball gag sits tight in his mouth. Loretta and Katja stare for a moment to take it all in. 

‘I guarantee he will satisfy us all throughout the weekend. I’ve trained him hard to prepare him. He will do everything I tell him.  He will stay hard as long as we need and he will only come when I tell him.’ says Steph.

Loretta and Katja are delighted. They get up and go over to inspect Marc like a dog. 

‘Can we take off the mask?’

‘I think it would be more fun if we didn’t, don’t you think?’

The others agree and Steph adds,

‘I have brought along other masks so if you don’t like a black nylon face, you might like something else.’ 

Marc is quickly put to use. He’s told to lick Loretta’s feet and though she giggles nervously at first, soon she is enjoying the soft caresses if his tongue around her toes.  They go inside and settle in the lounge. Katja cuts the cocaine. Marc is instructed to work his tongue slowly up Loretta’s leg and soon she’s lying back naked on the sofa with her long legs wide apart and Marc’s head against her crotch as he rotates the tip of his tongue around Loretta’s clitoris.

Loretta wants to be fucked and Marc is instructed to put on a condom and her fuck her. He’s on his knees and she’s lying on the couch with her long legs in the air and Marc is pumping away, slowly at first and then when Steph instructs him he gets faster. He will not come until she tells him, until she thinks that Loretta is ready. When finally Loretta begins to moan and gasp and clutch the cushions tight, Steph commands Marc to shoot and together they heave and thrust and pound away in glorious ecstacy, Loretta releases a long, loud trembling whine of pleasure. 

Katja is impressed by Marc. She changes into her tight bright red latex mini skirt and top because it makes her feel more sexy. She’s been aroused by the sight of Loretta being fucked by a passive and obedient faceless male. She likes his physique. He’s slim and smooth skinned. There’s hardly a hair on his body, just a thick curly bush of while pubes, around a very large and handsomely shaped cock. 

‘I want him next.’ she grins, as she begins to cut a second line of cocaine. 

The girls step out through the french windows and into the garden to look up at the stars. 

Katja needs to smoke a cigarette. Marc is ordered told to clean himself up. The girls open more wine, try some cake that Loretta has made, take more drugs, laugh some more about the lovers they’ve foolishly loved and others they didn’t.  When Marc returns, he’s told to lie on his back on the carpet. Steph crouches beside him. She clicks her fingers and seconds later his cock starts to rise again.

‘How do you do that?’  asks Loretta?

‘It’s easy. I got a lot of advice and did a lot of research. What you have to do is to learn how to rewire their brains, to ensure that your enslavement becomes something irresistible. You have to harness their sexual energy.’

She grips her fingers tight around Marc’s thick shaft. She flips it from side to side as she continues.

‘You have to learn to take control of his cock and balls. Take ownership of this switch that turns him on and off. His cock becomes yours. When you have him under your spell, he has no responsibility for it any more. You are the one who decides when to make them aroused. He will get hard only when I desire it. I have trained him to masturbate, in the belief that each stroke of his cock will wash away all thought, all guilt, all conscience until he becomes an empty shell. I will not permit him to come until I tell him to.  To keep him in a state of mindless obedience, he must be kept on the edge of coming. Are you ready, Kat?’

By the time she has finished speaking, Marc is as erect as he can be. Katja blows out smoke and nods contentedly. 

‘Get him to lick you..’ says Loretta, ‘He’s incredible. Better than any machine.’

But Katja fancies being rimmed. Steph assures her, he’s good at that too, so Katja pulls down her skirt and crouches beside him, with her legs apart and her bum in the air.

‘Rim her.’  says Steph and at once Marc is up and on his knees. He places his hands firmly on Katja’s buttocks and pushes his tongue between them. Katja flinches for a moment but soon is content to rock slowly back and forward, and moan with pleasure.. 

It seems all that training has worked well, for in the hour that follows, Katja has fabulously satisfying sex with Marc and so does Steph a while later. Then Loretta, who is now giggly with drink and horny again, decides she wants to be fucked in the garden this time, because the night is warm and there’s a huge full moon right over the house. She steps outside, shedding her white silk slip along the way. She walks over to the lawn and lies back on the wooden table. She opens her legs and stares up at the moon. Marc follows Steph out, carrying a bottle of wine, three glasses and a clear plastic bag. 

Marc is told to pour the wine and then to excite Loretta once again with his tongue. 

Katja takes a shower and then joins them on the lawn. They are all naked but for the black latex mask covering Marc’s head, glistening in the moonlight. 

Loretta starts to gasp again with pleasure, now Marc is fucking her. Steph sits in a chair beside them, sharing a joint with Katja. Katja moves her chair closer to Steph, so she can caress Steph’s breasts gently, and Katja’s hand wanders gently onto Steph’s thigh. When Loretta is coming, Marc is instructed to come as well. He thrusts harder, pounds away, but does not come. His body sags a moment from exhaustion, and then he begins to thrust away again. Loretta’s screams of ecstasy echo down the valley, but Marc still pounds away, now holding her long legs up, gripping her ankles tight to his face and pumping as deep as he possibly can. Still he cannot come. Loretta begs him to stop, but Steph is annoyed that her slave is disobeying her orders.

‘Come, you pathetic shit. I want that spunk, now!’

He claps her legs tight and continues to thrust and pound away. He’s out of breath. Steph puts down her wine, picks up the plastic, gets up and stands behind Marc. She slips the bag over his head and pulls it tight around his neck to deny him air. 

‘Come for me, plastic slave, before you pass out.’

So Marc pumps even harder, faster till finally he releases. Steph pulls off the bag. He makes a loud low pitched moan and then collapses on the ground. 

‘Bravo!’ says Katja, laughing and clapping her hands. 

She stops and there is silence. The silence of night. Everyone is still. Marc is still breathing heavily. Loretta, still lying on the table, makes the occasional soft squeal of satisfaction. All four united in post coital bliss. It’s three am. The girls are exhausted. Their night of orgy has been a delight for them all. Loretta sits up, finds the wine, pours a drink, sighs contentedly. 

‘It must be your turn again, Steph.’ she says with a cheeky grin.  

Katja goes over to Marc, curled up on the grass beside the table, and crouches beside him.

‘Can I take off the mask? I want to see his face.’

‘Sure.’ says Steph. 

Katja pulls off the latex mask. Marc’s face glows faintly in the moonlight. It’s covered in sweat. His eyes are open but his gaze is vacant. His mouth is open. He’s breathing softly now, but you would think he was dead by the expression on his face.

‘Pretty boy, but he looks like he’s spent. You said he could come six times a night.’ she says.

‘He can.’ 

‘And what’s with the plastic bag?’

Steph smiles.

‘That’s what I use to train him. I make him beg me to suffocate him, because he knows it’s the only way I will let him come.’

‘You’re crazy.’ says Loretta. 

Katja laughs and adds,

‘Well, you must give him a good night’s sleep because we have him for two more days. Has he had anything to eat since you arrived?’

‘No.’ says Steph. 

Loretta is mildly shocked. 

‘What?’

‘I’ll feed him later.’ says Steph, but she doesn’t. 

The others decide it’s time to sleep and they amble back into the house. Steph sits back in the chair to finish her wine. The air is still warm. The moon now hovers over the tops of the trees. 

Half an hour later, Marc stands waiting at the foot of Steph’s bed, while she showers. When she finishes she dries herself. she stares at Marc.  She sits on the bed and cuts out final line of cocaine. She snorts it. She looks up at him. 

‘You have to come one more time tonight, slave. I don’t care how long it takes. I think I’ll need to bag you up again, won’t I.’

‘Yes, mistress’ he replies, softly and robotically. She fetches out cuffs from her suitcase, and cuffs his hands behind his back. She steps in front of him and stares into his glazed and unfocussed eyes. She clicks her fingers. She keeps staring. She looks down but his cock is still soft.  She reaches down to his cock and starts to rub it.

‘Looks like I will have start you up - manually. Now start wiping that mind and start getting hard for me. I want this thing in my ass.’ 

She reaches for a large plastic sack and ties it over his head with a piece of red ribbon. When he’s stiff and erect she climbs on the bed and turns her ass towards him.

‘Keep masturbating till I am ready.’

Marc rubs his cock. Steph rubs her clitoris hard. When she is ready, she reaches behind her and points at her bumhole.

‘Now fuck me.’

He moves forward at once and soon he’s inside her, pumping. He fucks her hard. She groans as the delightful feeling complete satisfaction spreads through her entire body. She’s rubbing herself all the time and loving the feeling of his large cock thrusting inside her. She comes. She quivers with pleasure. She pulls away and collapses on the bed, lost once again in self-conscious haze, but doesn’t notice Marc dropping silently onto the carpet. 

Moments later she opens her eyes. She turns looks around her.  She gets up and sees Marc on the floor at the end of the bed. She says - Fuck. And again but louder - FUCK.

She rushes over, pulls off the bag. He isn’t breathing. His eyes are closed. She turns him over to remove the cuffs and then quickly turns him back. Now she is terrified, trying desperately to believe that this isn’t happening, that he will wake up any second. But he remains inert. She presses her ear to his chest but cannot hear his heart. She puts her cheek next to his mouth but cannot feel any movement of air. She bursts into tears, stands up, paces around the room. Her sobs get louder and become more hysterical. Katja taps on the door.

‘Steph, you OK?’

Moments later Katja is crouching down beside the body of Marc. Steph runs out of the bedroom. She goes down stairs and sits down on the stone steps down to the garden. Katja follows her.  She grabs Steph by the shoulders. 

‘You have to call the police. You have to get an ambulance.’

But Steph keeps shaking her head, just keeps crying out -  ‘No! No! No!’

Loretta appears at the french window in her white silk slip.

‘Everything ok?’

She walks over. Katja tells her what has happened and immediately Loretta turns and disappears back into the house. Steph is on the verge of hysteria. 

‘Listen. We can just get rid of the body. No one knows he is here. No one saw him in my car. He lives in Hamburg. We can bury him in the woods. No one will know!’ 

Katja keeps Steph tight in her embrace. She rocks Steph gently, trying to keep her calm. 

Steph cannot stop crying. 

Loretta returns. Both look up as she stands in front of them.

‘What exactly happened?’ she asks softly.

Steph continues to sob, so Katja speaks.

‘She didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident. She cuffed his wrists behind his back and tied a bag over his head while they were having sex. He just collapsed.’ 

‘Oh Steph…’

Loretta sits down on the step and puts her arms around Steph. 

‘It’s going to be ok. We’ll find a way through this, I promise.’ 

‘Are you going to phone the police?’

‘No. Not yet. We’re all implicated in this. We must think before we act.’ 

‘Yes…’ says Steph, adding ‘…or we can just bury him in the woods, right now. It will easy. No one will know. If we do it now, before it gets light.’

Loretta glances to Katja and then back to Steph.

‘Is that really what you think we should do?’

‘Yes! Yes!. I don’t want to go to prison. And as you say, all of us are in this together. We can’t let this ruin our lives. We have a choice. It will be easy! I can’t go to prison. I can’t, I just can’t!’

She plunges her head in her arms again and continues to weep. 

Katja catches Loretta’s eyes. To her surprise, Loretta winks. 

Then after a few more moments of listening to Steph’s quiet sobs, Loretta stands up. 

‘OK. Then we shall bury him. I know a good place over there, under the tree. The earth is soft and damp so his body will degrade quickly, I think.’

Steph looks up, disbelieving at first but then overjoyed. Katja is stunned. Loretta continues, calmly and softly. 

‘But you must dig the grave Steph. It will be dawn soon so you must start right away. I’m pretty sure my father has a good spade in the basement. You stay here. I’ll get it. I’ll go and fetch your clothes while I’m at it.’

Loretta turns and disappears back in the house.  

Twenty minutes later, Steph is digging a grave for Marc under the tree. Loretta has hung a torch over an overhead branch so she can see better, but already there are faint patches of morning sunshine in the sky. Katja sit on the steps of the french windows, watching. Loretta brings her a mug of fresh coffee and sits beside her. She leans across and whispers.

‘He’s alive.’

Katja turns.

‘What?’

‘He’s alive, thank God. When I went up the first time, he was lying there on the floor awake but looking shaken and dazed. I asked him if he was all right and he said he was. I told him he should take a shower and then go to the kitchen and grab some food. When I went back to get Steph's clothes, he was dressed and in the kitchen, eating some chicken. You know he’s actually not bad looking…’ 

Katja can hardly suppress her laughter.

‘So why have you got Steph digging a grave for him over there?’

Loretta sips from her coffee before saying softly,

‘She needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you think? Remember last year, when she made us both look like fools at that concert in Berlin?’

A little while later, Steph marches up. Her face and arms are caked in mud. She’s out of breath.

‘How deep should it be? If I stand in the hole the top is up to my knees.’

Katja pretends to look serious. 

‘It has to be much deeper I think. We don’t want any dogs to start digging about over there.’

As Steph turns back to the bottom of the garden, they hear a car engine rev up noisily. It’s Steph’s Porsche parked in the driveway at the front of the house. They hear tyres on the gravel. Steph is the first to move. She drops her spade and races through the house. Loretta turns to Katja and smiles.

‘Oh fuck. He’s taken her car!’  says Loretta, holding her hand to her mouth in shock. 

Moments later they hear Steph screaming out,

‘Come back, you little shit! Come back here!’

Loretta and Katja begin to giggle. They cannot stop. It’s partly of course out of relief, and partly because they’re still under the influence of the drugs that Katja had kindly provided. But it still feels good to be laughing and they don’t stop. Then they gaze out across the forested valley as a beautiful dawn breaks. They hear Steph approaching and fall silent. Steph sits down beside them. She has nothing to say. She just hands them a note she’s found on the kitchen table, which Marc had written, thanking them for the sex, for the food and for the Porsche. Katja begins to laugh, and then Loretta joins in and it isn’t long before Steph is laughing too.

Daniel Guy